Alright this is just a piece of crap that will hopefully clear up my writer's block so yeah. And just to explain, I just think it would be nice for Iceland to have a friend close by so that's where he and Ireland being friends comes from.
"Alright, this is gonna be awesome! We can just sit and drink all day!"
"Yeah this will be completely awesome! Just not as awesome as me."
Prussia and Denmark were going to start a new tradition. An annual drinking contest between just the two of them.
"Okay but one thing I didn't think of. Who is going to be the judge?"
"Uh."
That was when Iceland walked in to get drinks and a snack for him and Ireland who was visiting.
"Oh, hey, Icey!" Denmark exclaimed loudly. "Wanna judge our drinking contest?"
"Not even if I didn't have a guest."
"You have a guest? Who?"
"I already told you that Ireland is here." Prussia suddenly perked up at the sound of Ireland's name.
"Ireland? I heard that girl knows how to drink."
"Really? Then she would make a good opponent."
"Like I would waste my time competing in a drinking contest with you losers."
Denmark and Prussia turned around to see a girl, the same height as Iceland, standing in the doorway. Prussia frowned.
"I am not a loser. I AM THE AWESOME PRUSSIA!"
"Whatever. Come on Ice. I don't want to be around these two idiots anymore."
"Coming."
As soon as they left Prussia turned to Denmark.
"Hey, I don't think we can have this contest today."
"WHAT WHY?"
"I have to call France and Spain. Bye."
'I Didn't want to comment on how awesome I was. I wanted to comment on how awesome she looks. France should know what to do.'
Prussia went out to his car and pulled out his phone and called the french man.
Beep Beep "Hola?"
"Spain? I thought I called France."
"Prussia, amigo, yeah, I took his phone since he ruined my tomatoes but I can give it back if you need him that bad."
"Could ya? I really need to ask him something."
"Okay." "Prussia, what is it mon ami?"
"France, the awesome me has a problem. I met Ireland today and, well, you know how I don't care about what others think since i know I'm awesome and I always say what I want? Well I couldn't with her. I wanted to say that she was pretty but instead I just said I was awesome, which I am, but it isn't what I wanted to say. What's wrong with the awesome me?"
"Mon ami, I must say it sounds like you have a case of coup de foudre."
"Uh, what?"
"Love at first sight of course."
"You're at Spain's house right?"
"Oui."
"I'm coming over there."
Okay I don't know how I ended up with this but I don't know if I should bother continuing it or not so, comment if I should. But anyway hopefully I can write more stories now, if this cleared up my writer's block. I hope. I hope.